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Chapter 26; Run

Chapter 26: Run

*Fedor’s POV*

I wondered if I had entered some alternate universe, why was Kurt here? He was heavily armed along with other men in uniform. He gave me a look over and when he was satisfied with whatever he saw, he gave a nod to Chief who did not look as surprised as I was to see him, of course, Chief Song; the man with eyes at the back of his head could not be caught unawares.

“Happy to see me?” Kurt said with a serious face.

“I could feel worse.” I answered while trying to get my thoughts together. Kurt and his men searched the building and after a while, he came back and gave me a look.

“Stay here, I will be right back.” He ordered and left with most of his men with two of them standing at the entrance.

“Seriously, when in all of this madness did you get the chance to call for help.” Chief wasn’t looking good; it was the palest I’d ever seen him. I could not get the panic out of my beating heart when I thought he was dead, I wanted to run to him, kidnap him and keep him safe in a cage, I wanted to run away because I don’t think I would be able to allow someone have that level of control over me, I wanted to kill him myself because he had dared to put himself in danger and while I did not pride myself in self-discipline, I had great pride in my survival instincts and based on the way my stomach was in knots, I would not be able to survive if anything had happened to Chief.

He took a deep breath, “Don’t look at me like that Fedor. I am fine, the drugs made me a little slow.”

I was reminded of when I had asked him that question, for different reasons of course; “You don’t look so good.”

“At least I am conscious.” He muttered with great effort.

“Just sleep it off if you have to,” I mumbled under my breath.

He scoffed, “On enemy lines.”

“It looks like the United Forces are taking care of everything, I think you can relax.” I sat on the ground beside him.

“What are you made of?” He leaned on my shoulders, I allowed him to even though I wanted to be close to him and away from him at the same time. I was aware of my contradictory feelings, it was my head and heart waring against each other fighting for dominance.

I felt his silky hair on my neck and swallowed the lump that formed in my throat, “I don’t know, once I have access to health insurance, I would go for a general check-up.”

“How come you don’t have health insurance?” He panted like saying those words took all of his strength, I don’t know why he was adamant about talking.

I chuckled, “I am an intern and my parents weren’t government workers and so I inherited nothing.”

“That can’t be right.” He murmured.

I laughed a little, “You’d be surprised at the number of people walking around without insurance.”